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Come, thou! whose voice alone my country hears,
To woe abandon'd, and dissolv'd in tears;
Come, Melancholy! come—in sorrow steep
The dirge of death, and teach my words to weep?
Thee will I woo in every haunted place,
And give my bosom to thy cold embrace.
Adieu, ye gayer scenes—a long farewell
To festal domes where mirth and music dwell;
I seek the house of mourning—there, my soul,
Thy daring flights, 'mid damps of death, controul!
Or let me rove where spectres haunt the glooms,
In meditations lost among the tombs;
Hold visionary converse with my chief,
And long indulge the luxury of grief.